It has been a time since the Mansion experienced any type of trouble. By the Dark Lord's account, the Crafty Vala's, far too long. From the void where He is confined, He observes, awaits an opportunity. His armies may be amassing, or not, He is not ready for an onslaught just yet ( Read more... )

They're fabulous, utterly fabulous, and both of them are being themselves. Justin is sprawled in a blue caftan, which he's made even more groovy with a blue wig to match and flawless make-up. His heels are hanging on his toes as he shakes one foot in the air, while the other is tucked under Belize. Perhaps because Justin is allowing himself more ( Read more... )

It all happened so fast.

( This bit is spoilerific )

It's been a few days since everything broke loose. Mansion dwellers counted their dead and their disappeared, mourned as they could, healed who could be healed, and treasures of creativity were found to shield everyone from the cold northern winds that blew over the grounds ever since the earth shook ( Read more... )

It has taken time for this to happen, for the Dark Lord to gather it all, his influence of that which is not Arda but close enough to it, that which he hates about all else for the light of it remains a beacon ( Read more... )

Katniss is restless. There doesn't seem to be much to do at the Mansion, and so she's been reduced to practicing with her bow and arrow. That doesn't really satisfy her, and so today she might be doing something different, something bold--and something she used to do back home to survive ( Read more... )

He isn't fully healed. Not entirely. His dreams are still fragmented, red and terrible. He still feels a little tug under his heart every time he thinks he sees the Dog out of the corner of his eye. He still can't forgive Curufin, not quite. He still can't face Findarato, still twitches when he hears the wolves outside, and the scars will never go ( Read more... )

Katniss has been thinking. About home, mainly, and the Capitol, and the Games as well ( Read more... )

Billy has been a bit distracted as of late with trying to find his way out of this place, avoiding anything that could be a trap, avoiding people in general out of fear that this could be a trap, and basically being a mopey teenager at the lack of team and Teddy ( Read more... )

From the dark confines of the vortex of nothingness where his consciousness lurks, Morgoth has been observing. Waiting. Counting ( Read more... )